On this rainy day I was relaxed
Reading my novel, ’twas the climax
The fire was flickering, a soft glow
Permeated outside the chateaux
A hum of voices quickly approached
My friends would surely encroach
Glasses and wine in hand, the door opened
My solitude was suddenly broken
I dropped my head in my hands
Gone my joyously held plans
The sanctity of reading none understood
Another time I’d surely make good
You should have locked the door and drawn the curtains ?
lmao